Looking at my Tumblr archive today sparked some thoughts:
- I remembered that there is no actual distinction between the high and the low.
- Objectively, things are what they are. Our experience is subjective, though, and in that context, things are what we make of them.
- I thought about changing the name of this blog to The High and The Low, but I won’t because I’m attached to the name Static Everywhere. It’s funny how we get attached to ephemeral, false identities.
- My “real” identity is also an ephemeral, false identity.
The final march of doom has begun. The earth is prepared for the ultimate devastation. The mighty engines of WAR are all aligned and brought together for the End. The scene is set.
The Lord LUCIFER has sown the seeds of WAR, and now weeps to see them take root and flourish in the fertile ground of man’s destructive nature.
The Lord JEHOVAH decrees the End and the violence of the End. He prophesies the harvest of monumental slaughter.
And I, the Lord SATAN, with My army of the damned, am come to reap that harvest, and to feed My furnace with the souls of the fearful.
For in the great cataclysm of the Latter Days shall the world be split, and man shall be divided. And those who are weak in spirit and mind; those who cringe and cry out to be spared; those who adopt the air of the victim, the sick demeanor of the lost and helpless; those who crawl and crumble, tremble with abject terror and complain that others but themselves controlled their destiny; those who bewail their sad predicament and disclaim all responsibility for their fate; they are the dross of the universe; the useless futile miserable dross, that stands for nothing, lives for nothing, aims for nothing and shall ultimately receive nothing. For they shall be swept away in the whirlwind of the great disaster; they shall be scattered like dust upon the ground, and then caught up in a mighty vortex and sucked into the depths of Hell.
And the strong and the mighty and the ruthless; creatures of the Fiend that follow him; they shall stand at the core of the raging chaos, spreading death around them and embracing it themselves like a long lost brother.
I glanced round the bus. Though the windows were closed, and soon muffed, the bus was full of light. It was cruel light.
— C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce.
alexanderraban:
likeafieldmouse:
Daniel Everett - Conversations with a Computer (2008)
Artist’s statement:
“Contained within the operating system of Mac computers is a rudimentary electronic psychotherapist program.
Meant to simulate a Rogerian therapist, it engages the participant in a cyclical conversation by taking his or her statements and roughly reconfiguring them into questions.
I met with this program three times a week for a month in order to discuss my fear that I was disappearing completely. These are three stills from our conversations.”
I remember fooling around with ELIZA on an old Tandy in the 80’s. She’s a never ending source of amusement.
the fragments join in me with their own music.
